He said Black like Obsidian Land of the Indian Sound out the call This is mother's dominion Bird of the thunder We don't go under We sing aloud We don't care for opinion Oh sky horses Ancestor forces I hear the language I hear the language Deep Wake from your sleep Swallow up the message And tell me what you see I see constellations burning (burning, burning) All the worlds they are turning (turning, turning, turning) But the music is my fortress (fortress, fortress, fortress) See I heard it in a (,,) Last night I saw a blazing stallion Running through the fields of Babylon His dark mane on fire Singing of a spiritual empire (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah) (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah) (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah) (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah) It's my war cry (Echo, echo, echo) Echo our skies (Echo, echo, echo) This is my tribe All is inside Mother speaking The life that she buy Body temple The sum of my whole Listen closely The sound of Ohm Ohm in intervals Steadily we aim Till all of the people We shoot out of the frame Skulls on our neck Third eye go ablaze Evil come 'round Her sword she raise I see constellations burning (burning, burning, burning) All the worlds they are turning (turning, turning, turning) But the music is my fortress (fortress, fortress, fortress) See I heard it in a (,,) Last night I saw a blazing stallion Running through the fields of Babylon His dark mane on fire Singing of a spiritual empire Last night I saw a blazing stallion Coming with a full battalion His black tongue spit flames Burning up our evil ways (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah) (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah) (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah) (Way, hey, hay yah yah yah, hey yah yah yah, hey yah yah)

Be wary of the silver-tongued serpents As they spin a tale of past glory That never was They weave their yarn as you march to the front Raw material, in tyrants' palms Lure us, with the greatness of the past Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass Lure us, with the greatness of the past Obscure our sight with ash-tinted glass Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scalе its cannon fodder to your pyre Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy bеgets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy begets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy bеgets their violence Kingmaker, of tyrants Apathy begets their violence Bow down to cinder Bow down to cinder Bow down to cinder Bow down Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre Subservient to the negligent Lay their soot-strewn path to power Satiate the conglomerate Scale its cannon fodder to your pyre

Bind our viscera to this muck May our tongues blight your land With blasphemy and heresy Watch your saviour fill his cup Overflowed with repentance and agony We will sing our songs As the pious flogs it's flock We will sing our songs As the pious flogs it's flock We will sing our songs As the pious flogs it's flock We will sing our songs As the pious flogs it's flock Roar Raid Eviscerate Roar Raid Eviscerate Roar Raid Eviscerate Roar Raid Eviscerate Herald of guilt Grandstanding shame With strained throats, we shout out your name Drown these heathens, in spoiled blood Drown these heathens, in spoiled blood Bind our viscera to this muck May our tongues blight your land With blasphemy and heresy Watch your saviour fill his cup Overflowed with repentance and agony We will sing our songs As the pious flogs it's flock We will sing our songs As the pious flogs it's flock Is your god just? Does the gaping void heed your call? Is your god just? When your saviour rises as you fall?

Crack a smile They'll tolerate you for now Planned obsolescence Corroded from use Interloper Uninvited, undesired Casualty of oligarchs' triumphs Labour and toil Spend your life as an autocrat's pawn Labour and toil Spend your life as an autocrat's pawn Not entitled to the sweat from your brow Let the floods from your labour Trickle down and drown the crown Not entitled to the sweat from your brow Let the floods from your labour Trickle down and drown the crown Interloper Uninvited, undesired Casualty of oligarchs' triumphs